It was not our time

I wanted to write about you, about us

when I start, all the words fell down

but on the way, just before I could catch them

one by one they were desappearing.

I get disoriented about that situation so I decided

to grab a chair to get on it but nothing change

I started jumping higher and higher trying to catch them

but each time they were falling less

and desappearing more.

I gave up, I couldn’t understand it. I just want think

that it was no time to write, in the same way that it was not

our time.

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